It's Saturday!

Sorry I haven't been too active here lately. Things have been super busy, and I've been exhausted when I get home. So, today is Saturday and I have a wonderful day off! Saturdays were the best days growing up. There was no school and the possibilities were endless (once chores were completed- which often was never) on those rare days though when sister and I had our chores done we could go bike riding, hang with our friends, go to the movies (Ernest Goes To Camp, what?!?) or go swimming. The cartoons were awesome, Gummy Bears, The Wuzzels, Smurfs... Good times. 

Saturdays are still awesome; still have chores though. 

Tbt

So it's throw back Thursday. Normally I'd share a little story with a moral or something, but I got nothing today- well there is the time Stephen shop lifted hot dogs... But no. I'll instead leave you with this awful picture. The moral this: if you're bad in church your sister will get a sucker and you won't. Oh and perms? Never a good idea.

I told you I was mean

How I love that song by Ellle King. However, that's not the subject matter of today's post. Today, I am taking great satisfaction in messing with people. Apparently, your body has a muscle memory. Instead of remembering my former high school glory and abs; my body would rather remember the last time I was pregnant. Needless to say, the bump is here. There is no hiding it. So, when people ask me if I'm expecting I look up in horror and whisper, "why, do I look fat?!?" It's been great fun. I let them squirm and stammer for a minute before I tell them I'm joking. I've always wanted to do this! Mwa ha ha ha! I told you I was mean. Now, for my next victim.

Tbt- kids tales

I was induced for Dade. The labor only lasted about two hours, he was a very easy birth. When he was presented to us, we looked at him. His dad looked at him, and looked at me. He said, "is he cute?" And I looked down and replied, "no".

Moral of the story: Not all babies are born cute. Some have to grow into it. 

Caveat: he's very handsome now! See, proud parents!  Also pictured- THE EX. It's ok, we're cool. 

Toddler Tuesday- chillax

Sometimes it's just time to throw caution to the winds and say the hell with it. Currently Eric is playing in the muddy puddles and throwing dirt and rocks. He's having a grand time. I'm not too concerned about the clothes or future mud; he's having fun and making memories. Plus, all that dirt is good for the immune systems. So, uptight mamas, it's ok to let your hair down and let your kids play in the dirt. They'll live and you can drink ice tea on the porch while they explore their world.

Happy Easter!!!

Happy Easter to all Care C-ers! Yes, to all 4 of you. ;P The Mistrot household has some silly traditions that Id like to share. First is Bunny Bread. This delicious delicacy is an orange sweet bread that is shaped into bunnies. They are a pain to make. I've been up since 6 am working on these bad boys. That's why they're iy made once a year. I'd like to give mad props to my Kitchen Aide mixer. The kneading hook is amazeballs. 

Second crazy tradition is to poc eggs. I have extreme Cajuns on my side of the family, and egg pocing is a Cajun tradition. Each person takes a hard boiled Easter egg and pair off. They hold little end to little end and one person gently taps the others egg until someone's egg cracks. The one that cracks is the loser, and the winner goes on to poc another day. 

Lastly the egg hunts. Yes, we hid eggs for the kids and yadda yadda. The best part is after that. Once the kids find all the eggs, they then go and hide them for the adults. Then the bloodbath begins. 

Happy Easter everyone! I hope you have lots of yummy food and family around you. Hippity Hoppity Hugs!